A heart.
And in the ripe evening
A nightingale.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)
turn orange-colored.
I wantedto be my voice.
Federico García Lorca
A heart.
Soul,
(Soul,
I wanted to be myself.
A nightingale.
Soul,
turn orange-colored.
And at the evenings end
In the vivid morning
I wanted to be a nightingale.
Ditty of First Desire
In the green morning
turn the color of love.
I wanted to be a heart.
